When I landed in Joburg after a gig in Cape Town last Thursday, I was poked in the ribs by a young-ish kid telling me that my Bluetooth on my phone wasn’t set up, and he wanted to send me a pic. Not such an amazing story, but it backs up my thoughts on this:

Earlier today, while waiting for all guests to enter the venue for a preso I was running for Liberty Life, some punk tried to pair with my machine, which is Bluetooth-enabled, which resulted in a pop-up asking me if I’d like to pair with device ‘Bang ! !’. I rejected the offer, and seconds later it asked me again. I rejected, froze the still on the screen, went to my Finder and turned my Bluetooth off.

What are people like? Finding devices, then trying to pair. Who would accept the invitation from an unknown source anyway? Person A who’s finding and pairing with a device needs to enter a passkey, then needs to give the passkey to Person B so that they can successfully pair. Or you could just get into Bluejacking.

Thankfully it happened before the preso started, with only about twenty people inside the venue of the eight-hundred that attended. A tip for all: Turn your Bluetooth off.

Bang ! !, you got me good.